A/N: Thank you to you who reviewed the first two chapters of my fic, and also thank you to those who are just reading :)

Since I've already written the first 10 chapters and have the first 9 beta'd, I thought I would give you the third chapter today (hopefully this will make you all nice and hooked).

More Danny/Flack humour in this one though there will be more angst later on.

Thanks to Sally Jetson for being the best beta I've ever had (and I'm not just saying that because you're the only beta I've ever had).

Don't own anything.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Exotic Delights:

Las Vegas:

Danny and the guys arrived in Vegas, left their gear in their rooms and headed out on the town as soon as was humanly possible. They has already made it to a few casinos and gambled some money away, including Flack who lost $100 playing Texas Hold'em.

"They bloody cheat. What were the odds that he would get a straight and beat my two pairs," at which point Danny tried to explain probability and 'outs' to a slightly drunk and furious Flack. Needless to say he didn't get far, and the incident was forgotten as two almost clad women passed by.

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The party eventually moved on to more traditional bachelor activities and they found themselves at "Armando's Exotic Delights."

"Now, this is more like it," Danny stated while rubbing his hands together. I don't know where to look. It feels like Christmas and I can't wait to see which present unwraps itself first.

"Joey I was a little worried about the whole getting married thing at first, but I think you getting hitched is wonderful. If you weren't, I wouldn't be able to die a happy man like I'll be able to after tonight," joked Flack as he gave a couple of firm slaps to Joey's back.

"Hey, I'm planning on enjoying myself tonight. Sarah says that I am welcome to look as long as I don't touch. Shouldn't really be a problem in here," as Joey pointed to two large, and I mean LARGE, men standing to the side and observing the floor in case any customers got a little too 'into' the performance. "Now I think I am going to get me a front row seat, you two coming?" gesturing to Flack and Danny.

"Flack and I'll just grab some drinks. Save us seats." Cause I am planning on getting close with the ladies tonight. Heaven knows I need a distraction and I think this will be just the ticket.

As the two of them went to the bar to get the drinks Flack took a good look at Danny. "So how are you holding up? Glad you came?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" What's he getting at?

"I just mean you've been down lately. Ever since… you know. Anyway I thought this trip would be good for you"

"Yeah well… yeah. What happened, happened. I'm over it. Let's not go all made for TV movie." I mean I'm over it… mostly… most of the time. At least 98.6 of the time I don't think about her. Well maybe closer to 63.4, and hey that's a pass.

"All right. Matter dropped," as Flack ordered their various drinks.

The lights fell as the girl on stage finished her maneuvers and retrieved her Viking hat.

"Our next Lovely Lady is a little bit country and can lasso any of you bad boys," the announcer called as a new girl took her place, backlit on the stage. "Give it up for. …Dakota!" The lights came on to reveal a brunette wearing a very small cowgirl outfit.

"Holy Cow, that ain't Dakota," Flack declared as he stared at the stage.

All Danny could utter was "Montana."